At Ransom's obedience class last night, we somehow I mentioned that my husband was a dentist while we talked about one of the girl's braces.
Later that evening, the same girl told her mom that she thought I was in high school and couldn't believe I was old enough to be married.
So there, twenty-six.
2 comments:
Haha. I know how that is. I have been asked if I am 14, 17, 18, a teenager, close to getting my drivers license, etc since moving here. Mrs. Young
enjoy it! gray hair and wrinkles come all too soon!
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